Dragoncrest Cliffs heavy is the crown and yet she wears it as if it were light as a feather

There is little for Ajatar to do than to observe. In Trigeda, she had been taught the history of their wolves through the inside and out and she’d taken to it like scripture. When she hadn’t been studying the “books,” so to speak, she trained with the guards and warriors. Most wolves of their own learned how to fight, with a few exceptions, but they worked together to better themselves. She has the desire to learn more than the history of the land but it is her duty to uphold their ways. Observing in Drageda has given her great many advantages but her connections to the wolves have not grown. She has not spent time with anyone in particular, except the few times Étoille has come across her past, but today she follows one she knows well enough only by nose.

Eske is often with Heda, where she is nearby, but their communication has been short if existent at all. She has not gone out of her way to meet with the Wanlida on her own but she has seen how she works. The few days she spent with Gyda and Gavriel in Sangeda made it easy to determine who their daughter is. When she is in sight sitting near the northern cliffs, Ajatar watches her for a second. The focus on the sea leaves her wondering what the other is thinking and after a moment, she continues walking in the same direction though nothing about her footfalls leave her in disguise.

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